evil that awaits

The whispers that bring me out of sleep Leaving only echoes to mull in my awakened state Knowing he is there Lapping my fear The shadows that follow at the edge of light The invisible touch that stops my step cold This cannot be I plead within my sanity And yet I know he is there Just outside looking in His cold breath runs like dancing flies down my neck He will haunt me Through this life and perhaps another He talks not in words But in the wind when the night is still In the shadows that move and meld and breathe In the pictures he leaves for me Lest I forget The evil that awaits the coming night (if you are unable to view the picture below please go to my profile to see the photo of the incident that inspired this piece - thank you)

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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